one day you won’t disappear again. You won’t cut it short. One day, you won’t overthink it until it eats you alive. Maybe one day, you’ll feel sane just a little more normal to yourself. Everything you have won’t feel unfamiliar. You’ll embody it. You won’t run from it.
It’s yours. It always has been. And maybe it’s time to stop looking at it like an open casket, as if mourning something that was never lost. She is alive. She breathes. She isn’t stuck. She’s still here.
Stop seeing her as a second person.

My favorite word is ellipsis.

I feel empty.

Am out of chocolates too
I finished a questionable amount of it.
No wonder I have no appetite.

🚶‍♀️‍➡️😭.

Bye.

We love.

Okay I love.

Need to bring this thing back but this time it will have the same theme Schmidt had “douchebag jar”
It should be a thing.

Can I crawl back into your skin for a moment?
Can I immerse myself in those familiar sensations once more, feeling alive and whole again?
Is there something fundamentally wrong with me, a glitch in my being that I can’t quite grasp?
Won't I ever understand this suffocating feeling that persists, pressing down from within?
Am I truly hopeless forever trapped in this cycle?
Why do my fingers keep typing, pouring out thoughts that seem like endless echoes in a void?
Why do I wanna go back?
Am I simply out of original ideas, or am I chasing a shadow of inspiration that evades me?
Was that peak I felt
a moment of clarity and joy
just a fleeting flash, lost in the fog?
Was that the only way I could ever experience true ecstasy, or is there more to uncover?
Or do I just love and live for the attention?

I may seem dead on the outside, but don’t be fooled by my awkwardness it’s just a mask. I am a hopeless romantic who is very avoidant. Deep down, there’s something inside me that feeds on all the hope and romance.
I just don't know what else to feed it, so it takes all the good things.

I hate feeling so intensely. I hate feeling until my bones crack, holes hollow out my veins and death settles in my nerves. I hate loving so hard until it pours out of every pore in my skin and every orifice in my body. I hate being so selfless that you could take my soul from my mouth and breathe it into the one you want to bring them to life.

This

Unscatter me.

Ende guys it's may already damn.

I am not a good advice giver
Am going with shut it all out
Ignore
Ignore
Ignore
Move on
It will eat you alive either way, but this time it will be peacefully.

Continues to have multiple crush outs here*